I am not one for writing Poems or Prose
Such is the beginning of the new day
Through my body
Like the water in a stream
Together we are a melody,
With you and I; the theme
The beauty when stars twinkle
Through the darkness of the sky
Brings to my mind t…
favorite pastimes of a senile stoic
The rays of light shining from above
sweet reminders of our fathers love.
Shining down warm and bright
Filling the darkness with HIS light
A glimpse into Heaven
so we might see
He’s watching over
You and me…
In the meadow
The willows thrust
To and fro with each
Gentle caress of the wind.
I gaze into the settling evening sky
The colors of the sunset begin to fade
and yet, another day comes to an end.
In the …
…The seasons change, though you’re still there
In a heavenly dream, a perfect world…
Every time I close my eyes,
A poem about the realms of this life and our afterlife…
I awoke this morning and I saw your smile
It spread north to south for miles and miles
Across the horizon – I gazed for a while
…dressed in long hair and loveliness…
She spoke little and I said none.
She sat far while I sat near.
The colours changed,
But we did not.
The sun sank lower, the colours warmed.
She grew closer, but stayed away.
We watched the sun as it watc…